Thinking back to the night before, he tried to create a timeline of what happened. He remembers getting ready and trying to look nice for Kurt. Memories of going across the street and heading to Rachel's house in Kurt's Navigator. Entering the house and being met with a room full of drunken teenagers. Picking up a drink for him. Dancing with Kurt. Dancing close with Kurt. Singing Teenage Dream with Kurt and trying to tell the other boy that he was his teenage dream. Rachel wanting to play spin the bottle. Kissing Kurt.

Kissing. Kurt.

Blaine shot out of his bed and started pacing the room. He feeling of Kurt's lips against his lingered on his. The taste of Kurt stayed in his mouth. He had never known a more wonderful experience.

The kiss just reinforced everything thought he had for the other boy. He knew now that he loved Kurt. And not in a friendly kind of way. It was the only explanation. Blaine Anderson was in love with Kurt Hummel.

The only thing stopping him from going up to Kurt and revealing his feelings was Kurt's reaction. Then again, looking into Kurt's response to the kiss last night, there didn't seem to be much hesitation. Blaine hoped that the enthusiasm behind the kiss wasn't fake and that the passion and lust Blaine felt from it is how Kurt feels.

Kurt Hummel is going to be the end of me, the curly haired boy thought. His eyes that just entrance you. The way his eyes light up when he's talking about something he loves. His dimples and nose crinkle when he smiles. His adorable laugh and occasional snort when he is laughing hard. His body is just to die for, but Blaine would never admit that out loud. His impeccable fashion sense. The way he attacks the world with his wit and sarcasm. Everything about Kurt Hummel had Blaine panting after him.

He knew that sometimes with the lingering touches or a peek turned into an open stare that he was being obvious. He couldn't help it though. Sitting back on his bed he put his head in his hands and his mind wandered to thoughts of what Kurt was thinking at the exact same moment.

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Kurt rubbed his tear stained face and sat up in his bed. Being awake for even a minute has his mind racing. The feeling of Blaine's lips. A hand caressing his face. The soft pressure of his body against his as they were dancing. Honey coloured eyes staring into bright blue ones.

Kurt wanted to cry again. He never expected his first kiss with Blaine to be a drunken spin the bottle kiss. He also was hoping that Blaine would be in the right state of mind to remember what happened.

Blaine’s constant appearance in his worries made his think of where the boy was now and what he was doing. Was he still sleeping soundly? Was he sick? Did he have a headache from the drinking?

The mention of a hangover brought up memories of how much Blaine actually drank. Kurt had only seen him pick up the one drink, and that was in the beginning of the evening before they started dancing. Was there a chance that Blaine wasn't drunk at all? Maybe not even slightly buzzed? The possibility scared Kurt. Blaine could remember the kiss. Blaine could be so up fronted about it that he would never talk to him again.

Worse, Blaine could have sensed Kurt's love through the kiss and got scared. Not having Blaine in his life made Kurt sick. In the short time he became so dependent on the shorter boy. They drove to school together. They sat together at lunch, they passed notes every day in French. They sat next to each other in glee. Next week they were even planning on singing a duet. If Blaine knew how Kurt felt, things wouldn't be the same unless feelings were returned.

If feelings were returned. Was there even a slim chance that both boys felt the same way? Blaine's behavior around Kurt could easily be explained as friendly. But sometimes, when Blaine touched him, it felt like there was an electric current running through them, and only them.

Every night Kurt dreamed of different ways of telling Blaine. Situations where Blaine just knew. Where Kurt would run up and plant a kiss right on Blaine's lips. One time it was Blaine who told him first. Another time he sang it out in glee and Blaine understood and swept him into his arms, and the rest is history.

If any of those dreams became a reality, or even something close to them, Kurt would die of happiness.

Looking around his room, his eyes drifted over his clock and the time hit him like bricks. It was Sunday morning and Kurt had made plans to meet Blaine for breakfast at the Lima Bean for 11. It was already 10, and Kurt hadn't started his moisturizing routine yet.

Flying through a shortened routine and picking out a suitable outfit in record haste, Kurt was out the door with 5 minutes to get to the coffee shop.

Pulling into the parking lot next to Blaine's car, he took a deep breath. Kurt made a promise to himself to not mention the kiss to the other boy, and to not even talk about the night before unless Blaine brought it up.

Walking into the shop, Blaine was already seated waiting at their table with 2 coffees in front of him. Of course he would buy me coffee, Kurt thought.

"Hey Blaine! I'm so sorry I'm late! I woke up late and I just got all frazzled."

"It's not a problem Kurt! I haven't even been waiting 5 minutes yet, so stop worrying! Here, looks like you might need this." Blaine slid Kurt's coffee to him with a smile and the boy shot him a grateful look.

Kurt took a sip of his non-fat mocha and sighed. "Thank you, you're a doll. Now, how are you this morning?"

"Fine I guess." Blaine said leaning forward on his elbows. "I'm surprised I don't have a killer headache, but then again, I only had one drink."

Kurt's suspicions of Blaine not being drunk were spot on after all. "Well you did a good job of acting like you were drunk! I thought so!"

"Well I was slightly buzzed, but I can still remember what happened. I think that the alcohol and the environment made me a little happier than I usually am."

He remembered. Blaine remembered what happened last night. He was able to recall the dancing and the flirting and the kiss. Kurt's worse fears were writing themselves out right in front of him.

"Oh yeah, so you remember Rachel's insanity increasing?" Kurt asked trying to avoid the subject of the kiss, not realizing it was Rachel who initiated the spin the bottle.

"I remember her begging Finn to let her play spin the bottle and eventually winning in the end."

The countertenors face visibly paled and he felt a lump form in his throat. "Oh yeah, that was interesting. Do you remember who kissed? I have a terrible memory."

"Well I don't remember all of who kissed, but I remember getting a pretty remarkable kiss from a beautiful person." Blaine answered with a small smirk and his gaze fell to his lap as a blush rose on his cheeks.

Already knowing the answer, Kurt asked "Oh from whom?"

"You."